Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal, Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet On which she embroidered fantails once And spread it so as to cover her face. If her horny feet protrude, they come To show how cold she is, and dumb. Let the lamp affix its beam. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream-Wallace Stevens

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I am a slacker, and married, and grouchy but I love life.
I love photography and writing and internet crap and reading and cats and beer. and anything that makes me laugh out loud. and Indian food. I love honest people and I find mean people inexplicably fascinating. Like, seriously, what crawled up your ass and died? I love to sing but I sound like shit. I easily retain song lyrics but not important information. I hate phones but love writing and I like the internet because it is like having a yearbook/scrapbook forever.